…warning: for reasons that remain unclear, I have not been able to rest until I explored this topic with my blog friends. However, the squeamish and those whose 4th -8th graders may read over their shoulders, may wish to return to the blog on another day.
One aspect of my daily life about which I have been fairly silent, is my interest in natural remedies. I enjoy learning natural non-pharmaceutical ways of treating common concerns. Not limited to chiropractic and dietary supplements, there is also, hydrotherapy (long hot soak in the bath, anyone?) bodywork (massage?) and a variety of ways of cleansing and purifying the body’s tissues and internal organs in order to help us feel our best.
So I own this book that I refer to as “The Big Book of Refuses to Go to the Doctor”. It has a listing of supplements with their benefits and side effects, a section with conditions and their causes and treatments, and an alternative therapies section with a guide to doing them safely at home (like, color therapy or fasting, for example).
Deep in the nether regions of this massive tome (my first car was smaller) there is a section on…
(…this is the reason I am not a nurse)
Enemas. Colonic. Cleanse.
In all their varieties…
I don’t remember them all, but one, I do. I am not going to lie, Y’all. I am offended.
Someone decided this was a treatment for Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. It’s wasteful; I tell you. Someone got drunk and said, “Hey, it’s 6 months until daybreak, and this stuff’s gone cold. I have an idea!”
I would never have guessed unless I had read it in the pages of a book (Wait until Levar hears about this!).
That’s not where it belongs.
Sorry, I don’t know what got into me…but I can tell you what didn’t.